Draco Malfoy was a happy little boy. He was spoiled yes, but he still retained good values and an understanding of other peoples struggles, for he had many of his own. He could not run like other little boys his age. In fact he couldn't run, walk, skip, jump or fly for Draco's legs didn't work. He'd had many tests done but neither magical nor muggle means could help him. It didn't bother Draco though because with such a malady he was still incredibly independant. His parents loved and treasured him, but they tried to coddle him because of his condition, Draco hated this above all else. Draco dislike few people and few people disliked him.

"Might as well get yer uniform" said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. "Listen, Harry would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringott carts." He didn't look sick, but Harry nodded anyway. He entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous. 'Who leaves a kid who knew nothing about a whole world wander a new place alone?' Harry internalized. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she asked, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here…" she breaks off with a sad glint in her eyes before she continues. "Another young man being fitted up just now in fact." Madam Malkin lead Harry through the shop. In the back, a boy with a pale, pointed face was sitting in a wheelchair while a second witch pinned the sleeves of his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello" said the boy looking up at Harry, "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes" said Harry.

"My father is next door buying my books and mother is up the street looking at wands" said the boy. He looked at harry with interest, "I've never been flew but my favorite team is the Banchory Bangers, do you have your own brom?"

Harry was confused, people could fly? He asked the boy what he'd meant. The boy's eyes widened before he started explaining the dynamics of flying and Quidditch. Harry wasn't quite sure if he understood ut nodded along and smiled about the boy's excitement.

"Do you know about the Hogwarts houses?" Harry shook his head no. Why hadn't Hagrid explained any of this yet? It seemed important.

"Well there are four Hogwarts Houses. Huflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin, You live with the rest of your house, sit with them for meals, and share classes with them. Hufflepuffs are generally mediocre students." Harry instantly knew that he didn't belong in Hufflepuff. Draco continued, "Ravenclaw is for people who value knowledge and wisdom above other traits. Gryffindor are known for bravery, but they often meet untimely deaths because they don't think before jumping into a situation. Slytherins are smart and cunning without being showy. There you will make true friends, if you know who they are." Well that sounded ominus Harry thought.

"What house do you think you will be in?" Harry questioned.

"Probably Slytherin, my entire family has been in Slytherin, and I want to go there."

"How do you know which house you go into?" Harry asked.

"Well there is this hat that you wear that shouts out your house and…"

"Okay young man, all done" the witch that was pinning the blond's robe said.

"I'll see you on the train to Hogwarts, okay?" Harry nodded little sad the boy had to go. Harry watched him unlock his wheelchair and wheel himself out. At the last second he turned around and said, "My name's Draco" He smiled one more time and left the shop. Just a few minutes later his robes were done and he left the shop looking for Hagrid. Where was he?

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder as he turned around he saw Hagrid grinning at him.